soft - woosan

chapter 23

wooyoung san

gold flecks of warm summer sunlight illuminated the dorm room, glowing hazily through the cheap curtains, naturally casting stripes of light across the duvet.

san opened his eyes slowly, breathing in the comfortable feeling of sunday morning mixed with a familiar scent of vanilla and peaches. the latter was the scent that only belonged to wooyoung, his dusty lilac locks tickling san's face and warming his skin, the other's head tucked into the crook of san's own neck.

wooyoung's body was curled around san's protectively, but the shorter's head and fallen from the top of his and onto his chest, so that san was desperate not to move in case of disturbing the other's rare position.

his vision obscured by black strands of hair falling in his eyes, san was reminded of last night's events, causing him to blush and shake the hair gently away from his face. his boyfriend had granted him yet another night of fitful sleep, which was becoming less and less rare the longer he had known the other boy and allowed to be cuddled by him.

he regarded wooyoung's sleeping beauty with a soft smile playing on his lips, feeling lucky to have someone like him who looked that good.

"are you checking me out?" the raspy voice of the no-longer sleeping male sounded as he opened his sleepy eyes half-way to see san staring.

"maybe." san answered shamelessly, stroking the other's soft hair lazily, taking advantage of his morning state.

"hmm." wooyoung hummed, his eyelids fluttering as he leaned into san's touch, not ready to wake up and face the day.

san giggled softly, surprised and delighted by this new found side of his boyfriend he doubted anyone else in the world was accustomed to. "you're a cutie."

wooyoung opened his eyes again, raising his head slightly so that he was at the same level as the other. "i thought i was hot."

heat creeping into his cheeks, san nudged the other back, scoffing denyingly. "uh-huh. this sleepy guy? he's the furthest from hot. you're just busting my uwus with your cuteness."

"is that so?" wooyoung smirked, propping himself up to be above san. he shrank back instinctively, but the boy had a frighteningly playful glint in his coffee eyes, the kind of look the made san hold his breath and tingle all over.

"wait-" san began fearfully, but the other had already initiated a battle, and so the two were quickly caught up in a playful wrestle, each trying to pin the other down and win him over.

eventually, wooyoung flipped san onto his back successfully, preventing his escape and paying no mind to their none too innocent position.

"do you admit i'm hot now?" the victor prompted, staring down at a jittery san.

nodding stiffly, san remained helpless under his boyfriend, the younger male now hovering over him on the bed, pinning him down by swinging his other leg over him in a caging action and holding his arms above him firmly.

wooyoung continued to stare down at him intensely, unsatisfied with his answer. san turned his head away, trying in vain to broaden the distance between them, but the other's hand found his chin, angling his face to look at him once more.

"i said," wooyoung repeated, smirking in the unholiest of manors and leaning right down so he breath fanned san's panicked face. "do you admit i'm hot now?"

not going to lie - san's heart had beat itself almost to combustion, the demanding tone in his boyfriend's voice pricking his ears and curling his toes - but he was determined not to show the other how successful his dominance assertion had been.